𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

Black and White ~ 24

Chikara got him a sandwich for breakfast, before they set out for their patrol.

It felt unusual for him to be walking outside wearing his costume. It felt even more unusual to walk next to Chikara as she wore her hero costume. There were people who'd wave at Chikara from afar, and Yuma was caught off guard by that.

Judging by what Nico had said, Chikara had a habit of doing more damage to her surroundings that needed. But, it didn't seem like that bothered the civilians that much, since they were nonchalantly waving at her with light smiles on their faces.

Chikara would wave back, a smile of her own curling her lips.

Yuma averted his eyes and stared straight ahead of himself.

_

"What do I call you?" He spoke up, drawing the woman's attention to himself.

Her thin brows furrowed at his question, "What do you mean?"

"You're my aunt, right? Do I call you auntie or Chikara?" He briefly stopped, "It doesn't feel right to call you just Chikara."

A breathy laugh left her lips, "You can call me auntie, it's all right." She assured him, placing a hand on her hip. Her head was tilted to the side, curls dropping over her shoulders.

"Auntie it is, then." Yuma nodded to himself, biting back the amused smile that threatened to curl his lips, "Wait. What do I call Shion? Just Shion?" He quickly added, staring up at his aunt.

Chikara hummed, glancing at the sky, "You can call her auntie, too. It fits, doesn't it?"

Well, she wasn't wrong, "Would she be fine with me calling her that...?" He trailed off, not quite knowing what to say after that.

The redhead waved him off, "It will be fine. She has a soft spot for you, I knew it since the moment you talked." She sounded sure of herself, and Yuma was going to take her up on that.

"Okay.

They resumed their patrol.

_

There was nothing too serious that happened, except that one time.

A woman had screamed, saying how her bag got stolen. She was pointing at a man, who was obviously running away. Luckily, Yuma and Chikara were close and the problem was dealt with when Chikara flicked her wrist.

The man was immediately grounded, chin slamming against the concrete ground and an immediate crack following suit. The police were called and the man was picked up not even five minutes later.

"Does this happen a lot?" Yuma asked, watching as the police car went further and further away.

Chikara didn't reply for a few moments, "Yes..." She sounded reluctant to answer, "Sadly, some people choose this way of living."

People resorted to stealing because they had no other way to support themselves. It felt foreign to even think of something like that. Yuma never had any trouble with money, thanks to his father. He grew up surrounded by the best people and the best things. So, thinking about how it could have been if he were born into another family was... unpleasant.

Would he have been the same as he was at the moment, or would he have turned out differently?

"A penny for your thoughts?" Chikara's voice snapped him back to reality.

He blinked, feeling the warmth of the sun's rays on his skin, "I just... don't understand."

"Don't understand? What?"